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Thursday

A-Z sketches in verse: Zodiacal Zones’ Unknowns



I do not trace the zodiac.
I do not know my sign.
It’s not that I want money back;
I wait for the divine.

As choices clamor for our eyes,
We focus where we may.
Our hearts do quickly improvise
To give ideas full sway.

The stars may tell a story, true.
For evil or for good.
And though I cannot speak for you,
They’re oft misunderstood.

The future may surprise us all,
Assumptions tossed afield.
No matter what the cosmic scrawl,
The truth will be revealed. 
c2015 by Linda Ann Nickerson




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Wednesday

A-Z sketches in verse: Yecch! Hit the Deck!


A Rhyming Flail on Extra Mail


I saw a spider in the sink.
He hovered by the drain.
I dropped the bills, and in a blink,
He’d found this new terrain.

The hijacker, I soon dispatched
With tap water and soap,
Then stood as sentry there and watched
Him slide that slippery slope.

At least I hope it was a him,
Not pregnant mother type.
The thought brings creepy crawlies grim
Of spidelings in my pipe.

From this day on, I’ll be alert
When picking up the mail.
I’ll give the postal box a squirt
O’er spiders to prevail.
c2015 by Linda Ann Nickerson


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Vintage/public domain artwork

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Tuesday

A-Z sketches in verse: Exasperating Extremism



When hobbies become habits and enjoyments grow extreme,
While pleasures turn to pesterings and joys aren’t what they seem,
Addiction may take toxic turns and hold the captive fast.
And spices turn to poison, as the moments never last.

The highest of ambitions may be promptly overdone
To compromise convictions, burning bridges one by one.
An all-too healthy plan leaves moderation in its wake.
Exaggerated zeal may prove magnificent mistake.

Mere discipline can be enslaving, even soundest goals.
Though taken to extremes, they fill no holes deep in our souls.
As hedonistic, altruistic, chauvinistic lines
May never lead to happiness; this routine joy declines.
c2015 by Linda Ann Nickerson


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Vintage/public domain artwork

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Monday

A-Z sketches in verse: Wary Warbler




A wary warbler, I’ve been known
To sing in solitude.
No, I’m not tone deaf. Hold the phone.
I don’t mean to be rude.

It’s just that I prefer to croon
Away from open ears.
I learn the lyrics, belt a tune –
No need for cheers or jeers.

My favorite solos I have sung
While piloting my car.
I’ve let ‘er rip, busted a lung,
On road trips flung afar.

My music is a secret still.
Don’t try to catch my song.
I’ll chirp and chant and hum and trill
With none to sing along.
c2015 by Linda Ann Nickerson

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Vintage/public domain artwork

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